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This was without a shadow of the doubt the most pretentious, expensive-looking, suits-laden restaurant Atton had ever laid eyes on, let alone entered. He had briefly considered going for some of his Earthside nice-button-ups anyway, but no. There was only one way to approach a place like this: ironically.
So that morning he'd grabbed the rattiest of his old Fandom-era band shirts, an incredibly over the top Megadeth thing, and a pair of jeans. He had now walked into the building wearing said ensemble, ignored all the looks, and informed the guy at the front that yes, actually, he had a reservation.
(Points to guy-at-the-front's sense of professionalism, honestly. If Atton hadn't been Force sensitive he wouldn't have known the man was affronted.)
And now he was there at a table by the windows (the obnoxiously be-curtained windows), slumped in his chair, sipping orange juice from a fancy mimosa glass.
Perfect atmosphere. A+.
[[ for the one in pink. ]]
So that morning he'd grabbed the rattiest of his old Fandom-era band shirts, an incredibly over the top Megadeth thing, and a pair of jeans. He had now walked into the building wearing said ensemble, ignored all the looks, and informed the guy at the front that yes, actually, he had a reservation.
(Points to guy-at-the-front's sense of professionalism, honestly. If Atton hadn't been Force sensitive he wouldn't have known the man was affronted.)
And now he was there at a table by the windows (the obnoxiously be-curtained windows), slumped in his chair, sipping orange juice from a fancy mimosa glass.
Perfect atmosphere. A+.
[[ for the one in pink. ]]
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Date: 2024-06-01 03:01 pm (UTC)Summer was sending a faintly smirking look over the table to let Atton know just how saved by the server he was to keep her further commentary on the matter in check while he ordered. Her own order was,of course, an incredibly specific and complicated and referential sort of monster, with plenty of questions asked and answered with a sort of "oh, yes, thank you, that's perfect" or a "oh, no, that's totally fine, can we do this instead then?" vibe depending on the answer, ending with a very sweet "thank you, you're the best!"
And then her attention honed back in on the matter at hand with a, "Well, yeah. You've got to curate that shit. Do you know when everything will be ready? Will you have some files to send me so I can get a good idea of what we're working with?"
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Date: 2024-06-01 03:07 pm (UTC)He took his orange juice back into a slump with him.
"I think it's good stuff, so far," he said. "Obviously if it was just me and Jill doing it it'd be straight up glorious trash, prog noise that I wouldn't dream of sending your way, but..."
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Date: 2024-06-01 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-06-01 03:31 pm (UTC)Feeling inspired was so weird.
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Date: 2024-06-01 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-06-01 03:46 pm (UTC)He thought about it. Technically speaking he didn't play any kind of string instrument to record that with, so unless they roped Dane into it...
"If all else fails, I can also just send you some Meshuggah. If there's anything that can scramble some rave kid's brains..."
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Date: 2024-06-01 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-06-02 04:37 am (UTC)He glanced over towards the kitchen, where someone seemed to be having a hell of a time working on what appeared to be Summer's order.
"Kind of looking forward to having the original stuff in the can so we have an excuse to perform that."
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Date: 2024-06-02 01:24 pm (UTC)(Omg metaphore!)
"Feet on the ground means word of mouth. What kind of places you playing at?"
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Date: 2024-06-02 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-06-02 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-06-02 02:26 pm (UTC)He shrugged. "Didn't realize there were that many places a new-ish band can just kind of... slot in to fill some time in those things. We've done band nights, obviously, but this feels like slightly-- more?"
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Date: 2024-06-02 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-06-02 04:02 pm (UTC)Because it was genuinely nice Summer was investing that much time and interest in his dumb little band project, but saying so aloud would be, like, weird.
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Date: 2024-06-02 09:07 pm (UTC)